Saturday, April 12, 2008

Nine Months

Ca y est, le Petit has now been living outside of the womb for as long as he lived on the inside.

It has been nine months since his birthday, and since he showed up a mere nine minutes before his due date, the halfway point is approximate but close enough.

It took him nine months to grow into joining the world outside, and nine more months for me to grow into being his mom. Not that I've got it all mastered, mind you, but the important part about learning to trust him and trust my instincts is starting to sink in.

I think that if you could ask him, and if he could remember the way-back-when-before, he'd say that he's pretty happy out here with the rest of us. A better view, certainly. Right now he observes everything, smiles at everyone, and easily and mysteriously breaks into laughter.

He is so joyful. I wish so hard for him to never lose that joy. It feels like something that has grown with him, inside and now beside me, and he gives it back to me each day as a gift.

About Me

I was born in Seattle, but now live on the other side of the map, just outside of Paris. I fell in love with and married a Frenchman in Boston, and in 2003 we took the great leap across the Atlantic. In the summer of 2007 we welcomed our son, le Petit, and in late 2010 our daughter, Mademoiselle. This is the story of my life as a pseudo-Parisienne in my country of adoption. Contact me at parisiennemaispresque (at) gmail (dot-com).